I have not written much at this sort of time I remember
but your this snap is that I have thought to put a love letter to you
I really don't know what you will do at such bullshit paparazzi letters
this is a time
when I used to rush to make toasts for ricky and navu
they were too hard pressed when left all alone to defend for themselves
the mundane s emotions and harshest all put together
Ricky often used to say Dad every day these snacks
I used to goad him
It is not possible to make other things
he politely accepted my versions
I used to go down stairs with them
looked for rikshaw
too hurried
sometimes it was not available at all
then I hurriedly used to pick maruti 800 to be in time
generally I used to see rickshaw
observe carefully till such time
it lost a meaningful visible range
I know Bal Bharti Public School Rohini Delhi is standing at that place only
where it stood earlier
some time s I see myself
and the words I am writing to you
and see
if there is any emotion left to reckon with
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